Gemotions

The pawn shop’s cluttered aisles usually left Henry feeling claustrophobic. But today, as he spotted the ring, his grandmother's, everything felt different. A lightness filled him, a feeling of pure joy.

He walked towards the counter, a skip in his step. The shop owner, a man with a bored expression, barely acknowledged him. Henry pointed at the ring, his voice slightly higher than usual. "That one," he said, "I'd like to see it."

He held the ring, feeling the familiar weight and seeing the familiar details. He smiled, a genuine, wide grin. "How much?" he asked, eager to possess the tangible link to his beloved grandmother.